May God bless you from heaven May you have flowers in your garden May your life be full of contentment May you live each day in the present. -Irish Blessing Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Kim Sweeney

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Spring ephemerals pushed through the remnants of snow, undaunted and assured, much like the human spirit, despite the tenuous and ambiguous environment. As we continue to face the uncertainty and fall out of…

Islands of snow floated atop the landscape as grass and plants began to reveal themselves, as if waking and stretching from a long, deep slumber.  March has thus far been a lamb, and although not out of the woods, Spring…

Like a receding glacier, Winter began to wither and melt, leaving behind a scarred and battered landscape.  Its tenuous grasp was loosening, and its legacy becoming more apparent, but March would surely deliver us unto Spring. Spring officially arrives March…

Through the clotted and frothy clouds, a blue fissure had appeared, providing a passageway in which the sun could traverse, and we stretched and reached for her warmth. Garden paths can be purely aesthetic, functional or both. They can be…

Brittle was the air, thin and slicing.  The landscape creaked and moaned in its fragility – comforted only by the insulating embrace of snow.  February did more than whisper her intentions.  She hissed them. It will be some time before…

Delicately laced trees rose above the downy blanket of snow that quieted and comforted the landscape.  It was, at once, beautiful and welcomed. Snow, for many, is merely a nuisance. Although the aesthetics are undeniable, the beauty, for most, does…

  Winter settled in comfortably, as it’s apt to do, lounging upon the couch of life, shoes on, leaving an empty pantry in its wake, and hogging the remote.  Winter is here to stay, and will undoubtedly leave its mark….

  The fog sidled in slowly, lying in wait in the hollows and dales before leaching out and swallowing the land whole. Darkness wore a misty shroud which light could not penetrate, refracted from the formidable force. Winter, too, can…